Milly, an erstwhile journalist, currently works as a disgruntled Administrative Assistant, biding her time until someone comes along and makes the mistake of actually paying her to write. She enjoys goat cheese, the work of James Joyce, and a good bottle of Malbec; she does not enjoy misogyny, overcooked vegetables, or reality television. She spends her free time drinking and smoking her life away, but she has made peace with this fact. A word of warning: she has read far too much feminist film theory for her own good. If she starts ranting about the male gaze or the semiotics of experience, just back away slowly.

Leave a Reply

bottom gradient